She and--oh, Lily, Lily--" and hiding his face in Anna's lap, John Richards, whom we have only seen as a traveled dandy, sobbed like a little child.
"John," she said at last, when the sobbing had ceased, "You say this Lily was good.

Do you mean she was a Christian, like Charlie ?" "Yes, if there ever was one.

Why, she used to make a villain like me kneel with her every night, and say the Lord's Prayer." For an instant, a puzzling thought crossed Anna's brain as to the circumstances which could have brought her brother every night to Lily's side, but it passed away immediately as she rejoined: "Then she is safe in heaven, and there are no tears there.

We'll try to meet her some day.

You could not help her dying.